The Midnight Watch

*Some days ago...*

Run...

The night air is chilling to the old frail mans touch, his escape from "justice" behind him as he sat close to his camp fire, his mutterings continuous as he looked around in the deadly silent night staring into the nothingness. They blamed him for the recent robberies.. him... yes he might have taken some coins here and there but what self righteous banker wouldn't? Sure he had been bribed by some of the militia folk to turn a blind eye here and there, again, it was all business.

But who the hell robs all of the bank boxes and leaves them open with all the loot in it?!

The bald man curses and grumbles some more as he places his hand over the small camp-fire, heating his frozen flesh once more. his furry cloak seems to get colder by the second, almost unnaturally so, his cursing and general incomprehensible mumbling increasing to a constant pitch of noise as he hurdles beneath the  cloaks furry inner lining as his teeth start to clack together rhythmically.

The old man thoughts start to wander, he knew if he had stuck around the deputy would have gotten him, dragged him in for a crime he never committed, yet he knew they would make him cry guilty with just a couple or prods. He hadn't become a banker for his bravery had he now? And with the militia being run by a absent sheriff and a corrupt command team he only knew well where he would end up if he had stayed. Ah well, he thought, everyone needs a banker...

A twig snapped, the man looked to his surroundings, the cold wind now entering his bones as the temperature dropped even further

They are coming..

The unmistakable moans of the living dead closed in, the man sat there, frozen, face slack in shock, the shambler approached him, it's rotten skin revealing putrid flesh barely covering it's inner organs, still the man just sat there... waiting.

*Couple of notices pinned around town*

Are you a craftsman?

Currently we are looking to commission 1 blacksmith, 1 tailor.

The Blacksmith who takes up this commission will create:
4 sets of full armour cast in iron. all weapons below also to be in iron.
4 swords (Quality is needed, however any type of sword will suffice)
4 maces (Same as with the Swords)
4 Rapiers (Any kind of knife)
4 shields (Any kind will do, we would prefer buckler size and good quality)
4 spears (As a parade arm the quality does not need to be exceptional)

We also offer the blacksmith who takes this order priority on all militia commissions from this day hence, meaning if we need any new equipment you will be our first choice. It also comes with partial protection for gathering, you can call on the local militia to help you mine, gather raw materials and protecting your shop. Price can be negotiated but we are willing to pay rather handsome amount of coin and raw goods on completion, this can be negotiated.

The tailor who takes up this commission.

4 sets of leather armour made in raw leather, cap included.
4 sets of kilts,
4 sets of sashes,
4 sets of medium sized boots.
4 thick cloaks made to wear during rain.

The same rules for the blacksmith applies to the tailor to take this commission.

Reply under this notice and we will be sure to contact you, or find us in the village, either the Sherif or myself, Craystor Rake, Captain of the new militia.

*Signed*
Cray.

Sherif,

Grave news in regards to scouting mission. We found the fort however they also found us, the girl was lucky to escape with her life running into danger without any armour or tactic, I escaped with slightly minor injuries and a rough beating.

We will need a stronger scouting unit to find out what we are up against, the girl knew of the area previously and says there might be a canon there, a working one, so perhaps we need to think how to capture such a extreme fortification, or whether we should perhaps negotiate with them?

The girl was seen to by the healer and should be combat ready soon, she might make a decent recruit with some discipline, however she is far too head strong as it currently stands,

Signed,
Craystor, Captain.